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reitoei faded dreams, crumbling stone, things once mighty and unknown now ashes in our world. wine glass tumbling from the shelf slicing through the air glinting midday sunlight from the window meeting the harsh reality of ceramic floor shattering with a tiny crystal scream, forever frozen in the echos of time, a million pieces scattering never to meet again. 020110
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silent storm Your laugh.
Your touch.
Your embrace.
Your eyes.
Our conversations that lasted all night.
Us.
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ClairE My virginity.

Freedom from worrying about bleeding and bras and the scale.

Most of my grandparents.

A lot of animals and plants that we didn't even know existed.

Same for man-wrought works of art.

Whole civilizations.

Worlds.

Galaxies.

Okay. A little perspective reassures. I am sure you'll call me tonight.
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